Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

"Amitabha! Please enter the temple!" Liao Hui stepped aside and opened the door behind him.

Chapter 232 Zhang Junbao's Highlight Moment

Just as Yi Jifeng was battling the Shaolin Arhat Formation at the mountain gate, Zhang Junbao was also at a crucial moment inside the Sutra Repository.

Before Zhang Junbao was abducted to Shaolin Temple, he had never been exposed to advanced martial arts, and Wuchen Daoren's own martial arts were only average. After obtaining the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, Zhang Junbao had no opportunity to comprehend its true meaning due to various reasons.

While the Pure Yang Limitless Skill taught by Yi Yuchen is equally profound, it requires comprehending the true meaning of martial arts to further unleash its effects.

After half a year of secluded cultivation in the Sutra Repository, he practiced many of Shaolin's unique skills and understood the true meaning of martial arts. In addition, the first half of the Yi Jin Jing that he obtained was much simpler than the Chunyang Wuji Gong.

At this moment, the contents of the Pure Yang Wuji Scripture and the Yi Jin Jing Scripture within his body intertwined, and he was constantly coming up with wonderful ideas.

Zhang Junbao was in a state of sudden enlightenment, while the monk Chengkong, who was circling around him, clicked his tongue in amazement, saying that he couldn't quite understand this guy.

In his eyes, Zhang Junbao's aura was a fusion of Buddhism and Taoism. The originally fierce Buddhist martial arts now also had a touch of the Taoist essence of combining strength and gentleness, and the infinite Yin and Yang. It was not entirely Buddhist internal energy.

"Good heavens! You actually know the true skills of the Taoist sect, yet you've deceived this monk so thoroughly. You bastard..." Monk Chengkong muttered to himself, growing angrier with each word, and raised his hand to slap him.

Unfortunately, at that moment, one hundred and eight bells rang incessantly from the direction of the main hall.

"Alas! It seems that Shaolin Temple failed to stop those martial artists. So be it! The monks have already become monks, and I cannot fulfill General Yue's last wish. I can only rely on you." Cheng Kong looked at Zhang Junbao, who was still in a state of enlightenment, and put his hands together.

He then circulated his true energy, raised his right hand, and lifted Zhang Junbao into the air. Monk Chengkong put his palms together and said, "I am giving you my true energy, wishing you to become a first-rate person in this world. As karma dictates, you are now tasked with finding the princess for me."

After saying that, Cheng Kong waved his right hand and turned Zhang Junbao upside down. He then touched the ground with his toes and sat cross-legged under Zhang Junbao, raising his hands to the sky with his four palms facing each other.

Without a thought or intention, Zhang Junbao felt the pure Buddhist energy of Cheng Kong enter his body.

Instantly, a massive amount of true energy surged into Zhang Junbao's body along his meridians, circulating once before entering his dantian.

With the help of this true energy, Zhang Junbao's original understanding of the two internal skills was transformed into reality. The true energy in his dantian flowed endlessly along the meridians according to his wishes.

After a long while, Monk Chengkong shook his hands, sending Zhang Junbao flying through the air and landing on the bed behind him. At this moment, his true energy was severely depleted, and his spirit was visibly low.

"With over sixty years of cultivation, I originally thought it would be quite good if you could take away thirty or forty years' worth, but this is beyond my expectations." Monk Chengkong opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Junbao, who was still circulating his true energy.

At this moment, his true energy was almost exhausted, and he had no strength left. He barely got up and staggered towards the secret chamber.

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Just as Zhang Junbao acquired Cheng Kong's cultivation, the outlaws of the martial world had already flooded into Shaolin Temple. Accompanied by Liao Hui and many other eminent Shaolin monks, they searched most of the temple grounds but found no trace of Zhang Junbao.

Upon seeing this, Abbot Liaohui put his palms together and said, "Everyone has already seen it. Our temple does not have Zhang Junbao or General Feilong. This matter is just a rumor."

"That's not necessarily true... there's also the Scripture Pavilion," someone suddenly said.

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"Amitabha!!!"

Many Shaolin monks clasped their hands in prayer and silently chanted. Abbot Liaohui said…

"The Sutra Repository is an important place in this temple. Even the monks of this temple cannot enter freely, let alone you all!"

"If you insist on entering, then please step over the bodies of all the monks in this temple..."

As they spoke, all the monks of the Shaolin Temple stepped forward in unison. Someone in the crowd snorted coldly and said, "The Arhat Formation has been broken! What are we afraid of!"

While everyone was still looking at each other in confusion, the heir of the Jiangnan family had already stepped forward with great tacit understanding. Seeing someone take the lead, the others followed suit, and the atmosphere became tense again.

"Amitabha!" Abbot Liaohui chanted, "What did Benefactor Yi say?"

Yi Jifeng cupped his hands and said...

“Abbot, nowadays, rumors are like gold. If you go a hundred miles, you can’t go too far. If the rumors start again, even the Famous Sword Manor will have no way to stop the heroes from attacking the mountain.”

"Of course, I won't put the abbot in a difficult position. How about I suggest that everyone elect ten representatives to visit the Sutra Repository under the supervision of the masters?"

"In this way, everyone can rest assured, and the library will not be taken advantage of by outsiders."

Liao Hui thought for a moment, then turned and discussed it with his fellow disciples for a while before speaking…

"Whether or not one can enter the library is not entirely up to this humble monk."

"The Sutra Repository of this temple is overseen by Master Chengkong. Anyone who is allowed to enter the Sutra Repository must obtain his permission. If someone wants to enter, they must get his consent; otherwise, even this humble monk cannot make the decision."

Yi Jifeng nodded and said, "May I ask where Master Chengkong is? We'll go and discuss this with him right away."

“In that case, please follow me!” Abbot Liaohui said.

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Inside the Sutra Pavilion.

Zhang Junbao awoke from his sudden enlightenment. At this moment, his mind was filled with various internal energy incantations. Although his body was awake, his spirit was not, which caused his true energy to lose its restraint.

As he stood up, he was dazed and confused, and his steps were unsteady. His body was filled with surging internal energy, and his footsteps left deep imprints on the stone-paved floor.

He was completely unaware of what had happened inside the Shaolin Temple. In his dazed state, he tried to find Monk Chengkong but couldn't find him anywhere.

Just then, in his dazed state, he saw a hole opened in the box in the corner, and a golden light refracted into his eyes.

Zhang Junbao struggled to walk over, leaned against the wall, picked up the gleaming gold item, and saw that it was a waist tag: "General Flying Dragon! General Flying Dragon? General Flying Dragon! Master Chengkong!"

Zhang Junbao was startled and immediately realized the relationship between the two. His previously limp arms went weak and he collapsed into the box. In his dazed state, he saw that the inside of the box was covered with words.

He glanced at it and found that it was the second half of the Yi Jin Jing that he had learned. At this moment, his true energy was circulating continuously. With a thought, his true energy automatically flowed along the mantra and mental techniques of the Yi Jin Jing.

Zhang Junbao's true energy originated from the pure and empty Buddhist true energy, which is not perfectly compatible with the Pure Yang Limitless Skill.

At this moment, having obtained the complete set of Yi Jin Jing, one's true energy instantly flows like rivers into the sea, circulating endlessly.

Once again originating from the dantian, the true qi moves at will, sometimes transforming into the true qi of the Yi Jin Jing, sometimes into pure yang wuji true qi, and finally becoming all of oneself.

Chapter 233 In front of the Sutra Repository

At this moment, inside the Sutra Repository, Zhang Junbao's true energy moved at will, flowing through the twelve-story tower, passing through the eight extraordinary meridians, and finally flowing into the dantian; then it emerged from the dantian and filled his entire body.

Led by Abbot Liao Hui, the Shaolin monks and the Jiangnan martial arts forces led by Yi Jifeng have arrived outside the Sutra Repository.

Ten steps away from the Sutra Repository, Yi Jifeng raised an eyebrow, stopped, and said in a seemingly unrelated tone, "Masters, your skills are truly impressive!!!"

Before the others could react, they saw three old monks standing at the entrance of the Sutra Repository. The three wore robes that had not been washed in a long time, and their thick beards were matted.

"Amitabha!!!"

The three men clasped their hands in a gesture of respect. One of them said, “Benefactor Yi is so young, yet he already possesses a century’s worth of true energy. He is sharp-witted and has keen eyesight. His sword intent is always with him. The three of us are no match for him.”

"Master, you are truly splendid! You possess the true energy of Buddhism, and although you appear old and frail, you are actually full of vitality. The Buddhist mental cultivation method is indeed unique." Yi Jifeng said, looking at the three of them.

The three stood there, forming a triad, their true energy flowing around them, subtly connecting them as if an invisible channel ran through their meridians.

If these three were to join forces, even Yi Jifeng would find it somewhat troublesome; they must be part of Shaolin's strength.

At this moment, several people in the crowd were exchanging glances, as if they had come specifically for this purpose.

The three old monks bowed to Huiyi, then sat cross-legged at the entrance of the Sutra Repository, closed their eyes and chanted sutras, ignoring the outside world.

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Liao Hui glanced at the tightly closed doors of the Sutra Repository and said to Liao Yin beside him, "Junior Brother, please go and find Master Cheng Kong!"

Liaoyin nodded, bowed to the three monks at the door, then pushed open the door and went inside. A moment later, Liaoyin opened the door, looked hesitant, and shook his head at Liaohui!

Abbot Liaohui paused for a moment, because before the heroes paid their respects at the mountain, he had already sent someone to inform Chengkong, ordering him to guard the Sutra Repository and not to go out.

At this moment, Liaoyin meant that Chengkong was not in the Sutra Repository at all, so how could the heroes be convinced?

Before Hui could speak, someone in the crowd asked sarcastically, "Could it be that Master Chengkong isn't in the Sutra Repository? That can't be right! If someone can just leave such a crucial place as the Sutra Repository, then the Shaolin martial arts must have already been scattered far and wide!"

The assembled heroes all nodded, clearly agreeing with this reasoning.

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Liaohui chanted a Buddhist prayer and explained, "Since our temple has already allowed you all to come here, we will naturally not go back on our word; otherwise, why would we have made that promise in the first place!"

Some nodded in agreement, while others thought that Shaolin was trying to use this as an excuse to delay, and that their previous promises were just a way to buy time. People were in turmoil.

Abbot Liaohui was also extremely troubled. Things were getting out of his control again and again, leaving him somewhat exhausted.

If these people are provoked further, and given their proximity to the Scripture Pavilion, a coordinated attack would likely result in the complete looting of the scriptures and martial arts manuals within. If Shaolin were to take drastic measures, how could it maintain its respect for the martial arts world in the future?

Once Abbot Liaohui had made up his mind, he immediately turned to discuss it with his fellow disciples, then took a deep breath and spoke...

"Since Master Chengkong is not here, I, in the name of the Abbot of Shaolin, hereby open the Sutra Repository. Benefactor Yi, may I ask who you would like to enter the repository?"

"This old monk has stated beforehand that only three people may enter the pavilion at a time, accompanied personally by three senior monks from this temple. No one may use any excuse to leave the sight of the three senior monks; otherwise, the three senior monks have the right to take action and expel you!"

Yi Jifeng nodded. He didn't need the Shaolin Temple's martial arts manuals, so he had no objection. He turned around to discuss with the others and recommend ten people.

The next moment, he suddenly looked up and stared at a window on the second floor of the Sutra Repository. It seemed as if he could see inside the Sutra Repository through the thick black and gold wooden planks.

The next moment, the three people sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion stood up at the same time, took a step, and were already next to Yi Jifeng, looking in that direction at the same time.

"Uncle-Master..." Abbot Liaohui was startled and hurriedly asked.

Before he could finish speaking, a "hum" was heard, and then a warm vitality, carrying a compassionate Zen-like quality and mixed with the pure Yang energy of the sun, emerged.

The three monks and Liao Hui were all puzzled. This aura was obviously caused by someone who had mastered martial arts and whose true qi was overflowing and surging, revealing their true martial intent.

"When did the temple acquire such a master? Given time, he will become another holy monk!" Liao Hui mentally recalled all the monks of Shaolin Temple, but found no one worthy of suspicion.

At this moment, with a few "crackling" sounds, cracks appeared on the black gold wood wall panels of the pavilion, which were originally impervious to swords and weighed over a thousand pounds.

The next moment, a ring of true energy, carrying countless fragments of wooden planks, flew in all directions, radiating outwards into the distance!

Yi Jifeng gently lifted both hands, and two streams of true energy, along with his palms, transformed into countless tiny sword energies. These energies formed a sword energy tornado around the martial arts heroes, tearing all the splashed wooden plank fragments into powder.

The three Shaolin monks stood together in front of Hui and the others. A thin layer of golden light stood in front of the three of them. The wooden fragments rippled, but could not break through the golden light and formed a circle in front of the three monks.

Then, a wooden box made of black goldwood fell from the attic, rolled on the ground, and landed in front of everyone.

The wooden crate clattered and bounced on the ground a few times, but it didn't open. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the lock on the outside of the crate had been locked.

It turned out that after Zhang Junbao fell into the wooden box, the lid of the box fell off, which invisibly locked the latch again. He was practicing his internal energy inside the box, and his true energy was full and surging, but he was trapped in the small wooden box.

Just like Zhang Wuji unknowingly entering the "Qiankun Yiqi Bag", his true energy could not spread. Under the constant compression, it actually moved faster and faster inside his body.

His true energy flowed like the Yangtze River, one after another. The previously unopened gates in his body were finally opened, the Ren and Du meridians converged, and the Yin and Yang flowed together, making his true energy even more powerful.

"Oh no! Someone is practicing Qi in the box! This place is going to explode! Scatter!" Yi Jifeng and the three monks' expressions changed. They immediately pushed with their palms using soft force, causing the heroes and Shaolin monks to retreat.

The four men pushed off with their feet and retreated without stopping. The next moment, with a loud bang, the wooden box exploded and scattered. The stone slabs on the ground that was originally paved with rocks shattered, and dust from the powder flew everywhere.

When the dust settled, a handsome young monk dressed in monk's robes was seen sitting cross-legged on a wooden board, his eyes closed and his face covered in sweat.

"Junbao!" Yi Jifeng exclaimed in surprise.

Chapter 234 Yi Jifeng and Zhang Junbao

Just after Yi Jifeng uttered that cry, the little monk raised his head, his eyes blank and lifeless, and then struck out with a palm towards Yi Jifeng.

Zhang Junbao performed a somersault, his right palm appearing as if coated with gold lacquer, instantly reaching within three inches of Yi Jifeng's face.

As the golden palm approached, Yi Jifeng and Liao Hui exclaimed in unison, "Vajra Palm!"

The next moment, Yi Jifeng pointed his right hand into a sword shape, the sword pointing forward after the opponent's attack, simple yet powerful. With just a simple finger pointing out, he used the simplest move to block all subsequent changes of the Vajra Palm.

With a "hum," the sword energy pierced the weakest point of the palm technique, and the golden palm of Zhang Junbao shattered instantly. However, he did not hesitate. He flipped his wrist, brought three fingers together, and then pointed two fingers together, which turned into a reddish-gold color and pierced out. This was the Vajra Finger.

The golden fingertips touched Yi Jifeng's sword finger, dispelling Yi Jifeng's sword energy. At the same time, Zhang Junbao rolled backward three feet in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Junbao pushed off the ground with his left foot and kicked straight down with his right foot in mid-air, executing a "Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves Kick" towards Yi Jifeng's chest.

Yi Jifeng remained motionless until Zhang Junbao's toes were almost touching his chest. Then he took a deep breath, causing his chest to naturally cave in. At the same time, his right sword finger pointed upwards, and a sword aura pierced towards Zhang Junbao's 'Yongquan' acupoint on the sole of his foot.

"Junbao!!!" Yi Jifeng shouted again.

Zhang Junbao neither answered nor replied. He spun with his left foot, dodged the sword energy with his right foot, and kicked Yi Jifeng's lower body with a move called "Divine Dragon Tail Swing". At the same time, he punched Yi Jifeng's chest with a move called "Arhat's Dream".

The former is quick and powerful, while the latter is gentle and natural; they have completely different artistic conceptions, yet they are perfectly integrated!

Yi Jifeng was only taken aback for a moment, but his hands continued to move. His sword fingers swayed left and right, creating two sword energies. A simple and unadorned sword intent locked onto Zhang Junbao, while the sword energy turned into a gentle, pliable force, locking onto Zhang Junbao.

"You can bend and straight as you please, and control the weight as you please! Master Yi, your skill is truly remarkable!" The three Shaolin monks said in unison, pressing their palms together.

The two sword energies appeared to be straightforward, yet they were adaptable to any situation, always able to block all of Zhang Junbao's backup plans. After the two sword energies reached him, they were more like ribbons wrapping around Zhang Junbao's hands and feet.

Zhang Junbao's left hand glowed golden, but it wasn't the fierce and powerful Vajra Palm. Instead, the palm shadows multiplied and transformed, one into two, two into four, and in an instant, it became sixteen palms, which was the "Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm".

The palm strike was unpredictable, alternating between real and feigned, and incorporating elements of Yin and Yang, as well as Buddhism and Taoism. It bypassed the weak points of Yi Jifeng's sword energy and instantly transformed into the "Great Vajra Palm," severing the sword energy as easily as gold cutting through jade.